Mrs Notthat is giving me the "Why are you still here???" look while they finish decorating.
I took The Boy, his future father-in-law (Semaj, not his real name), and a few of The Boy's friends to have a bit more fun. More like a thunderstorm.
We started by heading to a place called GoKart Racer in Burlingame. It was the first Sunday evening of the NFL season, so I had hopes that it wouldn't be too crowded.
I guess people that like to drive gokarts are not NFL fans, since they only had four seats left (two in two different races) for the rest of the evening. And there were six of us. I had no problem deferring - I was not looking forward to folding myself into one of those noisy things, and loved the excuse not to have to do that. And as it turned out, the second person to get left behind was chosen by default, since he had failed to bring his drivers license with him. (On the off chance that you take a wrong turn and end up on the city streets, they require you to have a drivers license.)
|Iines (not his real name) helping me drink sodas and try to spot the others on the track.|
|The Boy and his future FIL hanging out by the women's locker room. They might have some explaining to do when others see this picture.|
The Boy and Semaj went first.
|The Boy either waving at us or signaling a left turn.|
|I'm pretty sure that blur is Semaj.|
|I'm pretty sure this is Nod. He ended up being the fastest of the group.|
|I'm going to say this is Mailliw, but that's mostly a guess.|
|Mailliw and Iines.|
|The Boy and Semaj.|
|The clam pizza was a surprise hit.|
|Yes, these are adorable. That's why we had clam pizza instead.|
|The Big Wind and her mother Anomar (not her real name).|
Maybe with more clam pizza. (Although those swan cream puffs are looking pretty good now too.)
That's it - move along…